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andy cooper - number one lyrics

[intro]
(making funky music is a must i’m number…)

[verse]
once they put the microphone in my hand i be rippin’ it
a vet i bet i get away if i’m in a predicament
i’ve been a winner when i’m on a roll then i’m ineffable
i lock into a beat and get in deep and never let it go
bringing the intellect hit a rhythm in the neck
in effect, i can send ’em any venom when i wreck
i’m one in a mil no run of the mill renegade
trained in the pen of mark twain and hemingway
now, that’s a little bit of literary littering
a hint at how i pick out any word i’ll be considering
a technical attack when i go to bat ain’t no holding back
when i’m rhyming i’m a living rap almanac
entering the club to rip that vicinity
with magnanimity, dispatch an enemy
battered with blows from indefatigable patterns of flows
none of my foes should combat or oppose
i’m riding high like i’m on a brontosaurus
i’m the paragon of a non-conformist
i thrive from the verse ’til i’m on the chorus
come in for my live performance (watch!)
i get it in, earn a dividend giving men ritalin
and i’m gonna win in the bitter end
that’s what you have to learn the cl-ss adjourned
but i returned packing the power of a pachyderm
i talk all that mess when i go defeat a candidate
all access and i never need a laminate
they’re begging me to handle it i had to take a vow
that a wack show wouldn’t be allowed, any crowd
that i’m ever gonna rock, i’m’a get ’em hot
put ’em in a pot until they’re down with us
staying hungry, take it from me i may never rake in money
making funky music is a must, i’m number one!

[bridge]
making funky music is a must, i’m number one!

[verse continues]
1 for the money 1 of a kind 1 time for your mind
1 comes second to none
for once, i ain’t the 1 i’m the 1 and only 1
and all i need is 1 mic sounds nice check 1
yo, jam it on the 1 son, you a shook 1 love
here’s how the west was 1 nation under
once upon a 1 o’clock jump with krs
1 for all, you can call the 1-800 number
(1) that’s how man lives you’ve been given
(1) that’s how many graves they’ll be digging
i had to begin to get at it again with a pad and a pen
and i rap with a grin in a battle i’m winning
(1) time you go around this block
(1) shot before the lights go off
forget about the critic and the bitter little cynic
i don’t ever wanna mimic how you talk i’m number one!

- andy cooper lyrics

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